Fantasies
Title: Fantasies
Pairing: Minho/Key
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: This is a sequel to Dreams which was written by the amazingly sexy goyangi .She was going to write the sequel to it but I kinda told her that I wanted to have the pleasure and well duh she let me. XD; She feeds my MinKey muse so bad and you all should go read her stuff right now cuz she's kind of amazing ok? Ok.
JUST SO YOU KNOW, YOU HAVE TO READ THE PREQUEL BEFORE YOU READ THIS. But I guess if you don't wanna I can't help you. :|
AHOOOOOYYYYYY.
And yes I'm working on requests I promise
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It was no secret that Minho was the epitome of sexual desire. While Jinki had his charming smile, and Taemin had his aegyo, and even Jonghyun had that bit of masculinity with that stupid ‘mouth swipe’, none of it could build to par what Choi Minho had managed to do in two short years.
After starting out as the shy one, the tall guy with large eyes that rarely talked, suddenly there was a shift. Some could say that with their ‘Ring Ding Dong’ concept, the more manly appeal and mature image, Minho changed. Some could say that with SHINee’s appearance on more variety shows helped spur it on.
Even the members agreed that yes, Choi Minho had opened up marginally and finally started to have actual conversations with them all.
But perhaps it was only Key that felt it was an… annoyance.
With Minho’s new found vocal chords, his charisma exploded. Well actually, his arrogance exploded. He knew he was good looking - oh, did he know - and he knew that though his appearance was slightly awkward, noonas and fangirls all over the world were hanging on to his every word because one look from those smoldering eyes could probably make just about anyone melt. Even men.
Even Key.
But Kibum hadn’t noticed that at first, oh no. Why should he notice? Here he was, battling his sexuality within his group even though it was more than obvious just what he was.
Gay, a flamer, homosexual, a complete and utter fag yet he was trying to cover it up to save face. What sort of scandals could pop up? Too many bad ones, in his opinion.
But he had finally outed himself to the group and while Jonghyun seemed a bit shocked (and really, Key had to find himself wondering why Jonghyun of everyone was shocked; didn’t he watch videos of the two of them together?), for the most part everyone seemed to just nod, smile and accept it.
And so life had continued.
And Kibum continued to get agitated with Minho’s occasionally cocky, snarky and smug attitude. But he wasn’t going to admit that every time Minho got pissed off, his features scrunching up slightly and his cheeks puffing out and his lips pursing as his hands ran through his hair in a tizzy, something inside Kibum was set ablaze.
It wasn’t just a subtle warmth. There weren’t even embers to spark the fire. An inferno erupted inside Kibum’s crotch when Minho smiled, when Minho laughed, when Minho cursed, when Minho got all smug, when Minho - well, when Minho did anything.
But being Kim Kibum, Almighty Key and loving doting umma to his members, Key kept it to himself. How could he just say something like that? It was one thing that he had outed himself to the members, but it was another thing completely to look at one of said members and say “hi, I’ve been having wet dreams about you”.
So, early one morning after Kibum had woken up from one of said horrendously delicious dreams, the smaller rapper found himself in the kitchen preparing breakfast for the other members. With the Raising Idol show he’d learned quite a few fanciful tricks and of course wanted to test them out, Taemin being his first victim as he vowed to put some puffiness in that boy’s cheeks. So far so good, he thought.
Key had rolled directly out of bed in his sweat pants and his t-shirt, not caring about fixing his disheveled appearance since no one was going to see him like this anyways. His sweat pants were a size too big and he couldn’t help but wonder if he had accidentally grabbed Jinki’s, not that it really mattered, but damn he hated pulling them up every two seconds.
While he grabbed ingredients and read labels, trying to decide what exactly he wanted to cook, he suddenly felt the air in the kitchen shift, and as he turned around, sure enough Minho was standing right there. It was like Kibum had a radar now, one that was nearly as sharp as his camera-dar, that could detect Minho in any room, at any time, in any situation. He didn’t know if it was because he wanted to be aware of the slightly younger boy’s presence or so he could avoid him completely.
He didn’t want to find out.
But as his eyes took in Minho’s own disheveled appearance, Key knew that things had changed. For a second he contemplated just casually bringing it up - his gayness, Minho’s smugness, Key’s crush on the other rapper.
But everything happened in a flash and Kibum was wanting more, even though he had given himself up so wantonly, so greedily, so… slutty.
And in a flash Minho was walking away, flashing that God damn smug smirk over his shoulder towards the still disheveled Key, and mumbling those words that Key knew would be the death of him.
“I’ll see you in the shower.”
The prick knew he would, too.
Gripping the edge of the counter, Kibum briefly tossed the idea around in his head that he wouldn’t go into the shower - that he’d just turn around and continue cooking, that he’d just pretend this didn’t happen. But as he turned around to make that idea a reality, he caught sight of his semen dripping off of the counter, white and nearly transparent as it slid down the cabinets onto the floor.
Fuck. He’d clean it up later.
Turning on his heel he marched towards the bathroom - after first pausing by the bedrooms to make sure everyone was still asleep (though how they would be after that ordeal, Kibum had no clue), but then deciding that he didn’t really care if they were asleep or not. He heard the shower running and saw the steam coming out from under the door and he pushed it open and slipped inside, shutting it behind him and locking it behind him before stripping his clothes and tossing them into the hamper (really, he wasn’t anal about laundry, seriously).
He pulled the shower curtain aside and Minho didn’t even look surprised, that bastard, he just moved to open up the space a bit more as Kibum got inside and moved under the hot spray.
“Fuck-!” the smaller rapper hissed as he instantly jumped out from underneath the water, his skin turning a bright red from where the water had hit him. “Why is it so fucking hot?”
“I figured you were going to heat things up anyway,” Minho said conversationally, wearing that God damn smug grin.
Kibum let out a small snarl as he pushed the taller rapper against the wall of the shower, pinning him against the tiles and trying to ignore the heat that was washing down his spine from the insanely hot water. Minho merely chuckled darkly and Kibum smashed their lips together, feeling as though it was his turn to get his point across to the athlete just the kind of business he meant.
It wasn’t just submitting to Minho’s needs - it wasn’t just bringing attention their mutual like for each other. This time it was Kibum getting what he wanted and taking it for himself, and he wasn’t going to stop until he got it.
His hands moved to Minho’s hair, tangling in the wet, dark locks tightly and yanking the taller boy’s head to the side, his mouth attacking the exposed flesh as his hips surged forward, his awakened arousal grinding against Minho’s own hardened shaft. Minho let out a grunt that was underlined by a noise that Key wasn’t sure Minho was capable of making, but it had just fallen on his ears and he committed it to memory as he rocked his hips forward again, this time his thigh pressing up against the other rapper’s cock and applying pressure.
“Fuck, Kibum-”
“Shut it-”
Words were neither rapper’s forte at the moment, completely belying their vocal skills as Kibum’s lips trailed down Minho’s jaw, his neck, to his chest. The marks he left behind would have been angry and reddened but the hot water was overriding anything that Key was doing to Minho’s skin and that was slightly annoying to the smaller rapper. He knew that his hips were bruised, he could feel it, and he wanted to leave some sort of physical reminder on the taller boy’s body, something that he would have to stare at for the next few days, being constantly reminded of what he started.
Key wanted to drive Minho insane with the memory.
And so Kibum dropped gracefully onto his knees, an action that done so fast by anyone else might have upset their balance, but Key was all feline grace as his lips trailed over Minho’s sharp hip bones. His whole body was burning from the inside out and he couldn’t pinpoint just when he had started to want the rapper so badly - his mind idly drifted to watching Dream Team performances; angry Minho, wet Minho, angry wet Minho, smug Minho, smug wet Minho… Shit, how come he had never noticed the Adonis that had been living with him for the past three years?
Good God this shit should have been illegal.
Licking his lips, they finally came into contact with Minho’s arousal and Key felt hands in his hair instantly, tugging him further. His mouth opened and he tried to get as much of Minho’s cock in his mouth as possible, but it was proving to be quite the task. Having never done such an act before Kibum’s first instinct was to gag and balk and push the thing out of his mouth, but no matter how much his body wanted to try and get the foreign, hot object out of his throat his mind and his own dick were screaming for more of it.
All of it.
He let Minho push his head down onto his cock, learning to adjust his breathing through his nostrils and relax his throat to accommodate everything. And even though there were traces of soap and the hot water on the slightly younger male’s dick there was a taste there that was lingering, a taste that was pasting itself to Kibum’s taste buds and latching on, leaving no room for any other taste or even for Key to forget said taste. It was addictive in a way that Key had no control over, it was addictive in the way that he didn’t want to like it as much as he did but obviously his body was far head of his mind.
His knees popped and fatigue was starting to settle deep in his bones quickly but Key couldn’t stop, he wouldn’t stop until he had Minho a writhing, begging mess above him and while he couldn’t keep his eyes open long enough to tell, he could see the other rapper’s head tilted back against the tile of the shower and he could hear the occasional thunk of his skull against the wall but he really didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything other than this hot, thick, heavy flesh that was weighing down his tongue and his tonsils and pushing into places that shouldn’t have something so ferocious within their depths but he was allowing it and loving it and despite the fact that they had committed a dirtier act in the kitchen not thirty minutes ago, Kibum couldn’t quite wrap his mind around the fact that he was on his knees sucking Minho’s cock.
But all too soon, as he felt the athlete’s thighs quake and flex and his knees tremble beneath him, as he felt the throbbing in the veins in that impossibly hard flesh that was occupying not only his mouth but his entire body, he felt Minho tug violently on his hair and draw him upwards, Key’s body not even being able to protest as lips were smashed together. Their heads tilted and teeth clashed and while it was still as needy as it had been in the kitchen, something about this seemed to be a bit more primal. A bit more animalistic.
And fuck yes Key wanted to indulge in this sweet pleasure.
His body rutted forward and his hips canted, his erection sliding against Minho’s, and he still hadn’t caught a glimpse of the taller boy’s expression but he supposed he didn’t really need to see it in order to know exactly what he wanted. And Kibum was going to give Minho what he wanted, only he was going to do it how Kibum wanted it, and he was sure that ride was going to be a bit difficult.
While Minho was stupidly tall, Key wasn’t exactly short, either, and they seemed to be perfectly aligned with each other. It was just the right angle for Kibum’s hand to coax Minho’s leg up and over his hip, changing the angle of how their slick cocks slid together and Minho was still a panting mess even as Kibum fit himself snug up against his body. Either Minho was completely oblivious to what the diva was planning or he wanted it to be like this, Kibum dominating him and taking the lead without much effort, the reins in his hands as he rolled his body in a delicious way that he usually only saved for stage, saved for when he was showing up those stupid girls that thought they were sexy.
Not his fault he had more curves than those anorexic sticks.
Besides, it wasn’t like Minho was complaining at the fact that he had Key’s supple, delicious snake-like body beneath his fingers coiling and twisting and Kibum knew he was driving the other insane. It was evident in how he had been pinned against a counter and fucked raw not thirty minutes ago, how he had lost all of his usual calmness and levelheadedness and just absolutely lost control altogether. Kibum wanted that to happen again, he wanted Minho to lose control and take what he wanted, force Key to give it to him - and while Key was generally inexperienced until now, he wasn’t stupid.
“Minho…” the timbre of his voice was something completely different; compared to the others Key did have a deep voice, it just wasn’t as deep and sexy as Minho’s. Kibum’s voice was deep and confident and most were thrown off by his sparkly eyeliner and pink shirts to think about the fact that hey, Key’s voice is pretty deep, too.
“Ngh…” Minho’s response is distracted and sounds disjointed because their lips are still connected and Key almost sucks the noise right out of his lungs and draws it into his own body, and Key is almost dizzy because Minho’s fingers are gripping at his already bruised hips so hard he’s almost getting a headache from it.
“What do you want, Mino?” Key breathed against Minho’s lips in between nipping and suckling on them, licking up the blood that had come from somewhere in their frenzied kisses.
Minho didn’t answer right away and Kibum was ok with that as he slid his hand between their bodies and gripped his cock, stroking it in a manner that was way too harsh and quick to be pleasurable. And yet Minho was still thrusting into Key’s hand like it was the tightest ass he’d ever fucked and Key had to wonder when they’d breached the line of borderline lust and crossed over into dangerous territory.
All at once Key let go of Minho’s shaft and trailed his hands lower, a finger pushing into the taller boy’s entrance without warning. Minho’s body tensed but he didn’t retaliate, and while Kibum had been bottom at first, he knew that there was the unwavering curiosity of what is it like that almost everyone felt. What was it like to be stretched to the point of snapping, to be filled to the point of overflowing? Minho must have been curious because he merely shifted his leg a bit higher on Kibum’s sharp hip to allow the slightly older boy more access and Kibum felt his vision blur as long fingers curled in the hair at the base of his neck tight enough to make the backs of his eyes sting.
Probably too soon he was shoving three fingers deep inside Minho’s body and God, had he been that tight? How had Minho kept himself from passing out at the mere sensation around his fingers? He felt his arms go numb with the way that his fingers were getting sucked into the tightness and Minho’s head dropped, a tangle of half-wet dark locks that brushed against Kibum’s skin and tickled it slightly but Key wasn’t going to pay attention to that when his senses were being overloaded with the fact that his dick couldn’t possibly fit into that tight of a space.
But Minho had fit into his tight space and so he figured that it would probably work the same way for him in the end. Minho’s body was rocking and it was obvious that he didn’t want to give in to the sensation, that he didn’t want to admit that Kibum’s fingers were shoved into his body so deep that his limbs were trembling and his breath was hitching.
And even sooner than the penetration had been, Key’s fingers removed themselves from the tight heat and he aligned the tip of his own neglected arousal, not surprised to see it swelled angrily and turning a color that probably wasn’t healthy. So he decided to stop the torture that he was putting himself and Minho through (at least, he’d like to hope that Minho was being tortured in the good way) and just snapped his hips forward and really that probably wasn’t the best way to go about taking Minho’s virginity, but…
Damn.
God… damn.
It was cliché and retarded just how easily their bodies fit together, even in this reverse way from earlier. It was definitely stupid, the noise that left Minho’s mouth as his back arched and his other long leg came up to wrap around Key’s waist, pulling the smaller man even deeper within him. How could it even be like this? How could it be that Kibum’s cock was sliding into Minho’s tight heat, that Minho was clawing at his back and trembling, pinned between his body and the wall. Key wasn’t even aware that he was strong enough to hold Minho’s gangly long body up like this for longer than a few seconds but he supposed that he was a lot stronger than he let on.
Lost in his own musings for the briefest of moments, he was brought crashing down to reality when he heard Minho’s voice but couldn’t quite decipher the words - but he heard the word “move” and it was like his body reacted before his mind could register the command. His hips rolled, going on pure instinct alone and his cock was pulled deeper into Minho’s body and soon enough the taller rapper’s body was sliding around on the wall, getting jarred and pushed upwards with each thrust.
From the base of his spine to the lobes of his ears to the tips of his toes Key could feel the pleasure thrumming through his body and it was beginning to be almost too much for him to handle. Minho’s cock was trapped between their bodies, between the planes of their stomachs and Kibum was too busy trying to keep the other from sliding down the wall or off to the side to pay it any attention. Which yeah, Key felt a bit guilty that while he was ramming into Minho’s body that the younger male was probably aching to be touched, but he figured saving them from slipping in the shower and getting concussions was a bit more important than orgasm.
But that was a quickly solved problem as suddenly Minho’s legs were gone from around Kibum’s waist, his vice was lifted off of Key’s cock, and he was pulling a dazed diva out of the shower at a pace that was much too fast for Kibum to register. The next thing he knew, Key’s previously warm, wet ass was plopped onto the cold seat of the porcelain toilet, and Minho was clambering over him, the awkwardness of his long legs and arms not seeming to hinder him as he moved with almost as much grace as Key, sitting on the older boy’s lap and seating himself on Kibum’s dick.
Hissing in through his teeth, Key’s hands went to Minho’s hips and gripped them tightly, the noise of the shower still loud and drowning out his moans of approval and Minho’s grunts, because obviously Minho still wasn’t going to admit that he liked the way he could bounce his body up and down on Kibum’s cock like a little slut.
And Kibum thought that he had given in too easily, in the kitchen.
Minho’s hands were on his shoulders, in his hair, on his chest, his arms, reaching everywhere in a frenzied rush of lust as he worked his thighs to raise his body up and drop it down a bit, Kibum soon getting into the rhythm and working his hips to meet each of the taller boy’s movements. Keeping one hand on Minho’s hip, the other slid over Minho’s erection before gripping it and stroking it at an excruciating pace, one that made the athlete’s head tip back and his eyes squeeze shut and his body tremble, a low and guttural noise leaving his lips that only made Key pump his cock harder and faster into the tight cavity that was enveloping him.
Steam was building up in the bathroom, shrouding the mirror and actually hanging in the air, visible in thick pockets that were expelled whenever one of the two frantic boys exhaled too harshly, their hot breath combating with the hotter air and pushing it aside and cooling it, causing it to almost feel like it was raining as the droplets got heavy and landed on their flesh. Kibum leaned forward and attached his lips to one of Minho’s nipples, nibbling on it and teething it lightly, rolling it around on his tongue. One of Minho’s hands tangled on his hair and the other gripped onto his shoulder tightly, blunt nails digging into his flesh and leaving red marks in their wake.
It was almost at the same time Kibum’s hips started to work in a more haphazard pace that Minho’s rocking fell out of rhythm, and he knew that they were both drawing near. He pressed the pad of his thumb into the tip of Minho’s cock and the taller boy couldn’t hold back the cry that erupted from his throat as his orgasm burst forth in hot, heavy ropes, getting on both of their chests as his entire body spasmed and tightened and seemed to halt. But Kibum’s hips kept moving, drawn into that seized heat, before it became too much - Minho’s tight body, the sight of Minho’s eyes closed and his swollen lips parted, blood trickling form the side of his mouth and down his chin - and soon Key released as well, wrapping his arms tightly around Minho’s middle as he held the boy close as orgasm made his head spin and his vision go white for the second time in an hour.
They stayed like that for a few moments; Key’s cock trapped within Minho’s body and his head pillowed on Minho’s chest, the latter’s fingers running through damp hair idly as they basked in the after glow. Kibum let out a breath and winced as the weight of Minho’s body registered on his thighs, and he groaned and pushed at the athlete’s chest.
“Yah, seriously, you need to do something about your dense bone mass or something because someone as skinny as you shouldn’t weigh this much,” Kibum whined.
Without much protest Minho climbed off of his lap - Key didn’t miss the wince as his softened member slipped from the other’s body - and stood on wobbly legs before without a word turning and stepping back into the shower.
Left sitting on the toilet, Kibum wrinkled up his nose and stood - a little less graceful than he was capable of - working out the kinks in his shoulders and grabbing a towel, drying off his body as well as the cum that was starting to seem down his abdomen and to his thighs.
Ugh, sex was messy and disgusting.
The curtain was pulled back and Minho peered at Key, who glanced up at the same time; when they locked eyes something was different, and Kibum’s heart nearly caught in his throat with the soft smile Minho was sending his way.
“C’mon, we’ll actually clean up this time.”
Kibum allowed a small smile at the offer and stepped in the direction of the shower, but froze in his steps as he heard a terrified shriek fill the dorm.
“WHAT THE HELL IS ON THE CABINETS!?”
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ugh ignore typos or anything because I needed to get this out before I died x_x
Pairing: Minho/Key
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: This is a sequel to Dreams which was written by the amazingly sexy goyangi .She was going to write the sequel to it but I kinda told her that I wanted to have the pleasure and well duh she let me. XD; She feeds my MinKey muse so bad and you all should go read her stuff right now cuz she's kind of amazing ok? Ok.
JUST SO YOU KNOW, YOU HAVE TO READ THE PREQUEL BEFORE YOU READ THIS. But I guess if you don't wanna I can't help you. :|
AHOOOOOYYYYYY.
And yes I'm working on requests I promise
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It was no secret that Minho was the epitome of sexual desire. While Jinki had his charming smile, and Taemin had his aegyo, and even Jonghyun had that bit of masculinity with that stupid ‘mouth swipe’, none of it could build to par what Choi Minho had managed to do in two short years.
After starting out as the shy one, the tall guy with large eyes that rarely talked, suddenly there was a shift. Some could say that with their ‘Ring Ding Dong’ concept, the more manly appeal and mature image, Minho changed. Some could say that with SHINee’s appearance on more variety shows helped spur it on.
Even the members agreed that yes, Choi Minho had opened up marginally and finally started to have actual conversations with them all.
But perhaps it was only Key that felt it was an… annoyance.
With Minho’s new found vocal chords, his charisma exploded. Well actually, his arrogance exploded. He knew he was good looking - oh, did he know - and he knew that though his appearance was slightly awkward, noonas and fangirls all over the world were hanging on to his every word because one look from those smoldering eyes could probably make just about anyone melt. Even men.
Even Key.
But Kibum hadn’t noticed that at first, oh no. Why should he notice? Here he was, battling his sexuality within his group even though it was more than obvious just what he was.
Gay, a flamer, homosexual, a complete and utter fag yet he was trying to cover it up to save face. What sort of scandals could pop up? Too many bad ones, in his opinion.
But he had finally outed himself to the group and while Jonghyun seemed a bit shocked (and really, Key had to find himself wondering why Jonghyun of everyone was shocked; didn’t he watch videos of the two of them together?), for the most part everyone seemed to just nod, smile and accept it.
And so life had continued.
And Kibum continued to get agitated with Minho’s occasionally cocky, snarky and smug attitude. But he wasn’t going to admit that every time Minho got pissed off, his features scrunching up slightly and his cheeks puffing out and his lips pursing as his hands ran through his hair in a tizzy, something inside Kibum was set ablaze.
It wasn’t just a subtle warmth. There weren’t even embers to spark the fire. An inferno erupted inside Kibum’s crotch when Minho smiled, when Minho laughed, when Minho cursed, when Minho got all smug, when Minho - well, when Minho did anything.
But being Kim Kibum, Almighty Key and loving doting umma to his members, Key kept it to himself. How could he just say something like that? It was one thing that he had outed himself to the members, but it was another thing completely to look at one of said members and say “hi, I’ve been having wet dreams about you”.
So, early one morning after Kibum had woken up from one of said horrendously delicious dreams, the smaller rapper found himself in the kitchen preparing breakfast for the other members. With the Raising Idol show he’d learned quite a few fanciful tricks and of course wanted to test them out, Taemin being his first victim as he vowed to put some puffiness in that boy’s cheeks. So far so good, he thought.
Key had rolled directly out of bed in his sweat pants and his t-shirt, not caring about fixing his disheveled appearance since no one was going to see him like this anyways. His sweat pants were a size too big and he couldn’t help but wonder if he had accidentally grabbed Jinki’s, not that it really mattered, but damn he hated pulling them up every two seconds.
While he grabbed ingredients and read labels, trying to decide what exactly he wanted to cook, he suddenly felt the air in the kitchen shift, and as he turned around, sure enough Minho was standing right there. It was like Kibum had a radar now, one that was nearly as sharp as his camera-dar, that could detect Minho in any room, at any time, in any situation. He didn’t know if it was because he wanted to be aware of the slightly younger boy’s presence or so he could avoid him completely.
He didn’t want to find out.
But as his eyes took in Minho’s own disheveled appearance, Key knew that things had changed. For a second he contemplated just casually bringing it up - his gayness, Minho’s smugness, Key’s crush on the other rapper.
But everything happened in a flash and Kibum was wanting more, even though he had given himself up so wantonly, so greedily, so… slutty.
And in a flash Minho was walking away, flashing that God damn smug smirk over his shoulder towards the still disheveled Key, and mumbling those words that Key knew would be the death of him.
“I’ll see you in the shower.”
The prick knew he would, too.
Gripping the edge of the counter, Kibum briefly tossed the idea around in his head that he wouldn’t go into the shower - that he’d just turn around and continue cooking, that he’d just pretend this didn’t happen. But as he turned around to make that idea a reality, he caught sight of his semen dripping off of the counter, white and nearly transparent as it slid down the cabinets onto the floor.
Fuck. He’d clean it up later.
Turning on his heel he marched towards the bathroom - after first pausing by the bedrooms to make sure everyone was still asleep (though how they would be after that ordeal, Kibum had no clue), but then deciding that he didn’t really care if they were asleep or not. He heard the shower running and saw the steam coming out from under the door and he pushed it open and slipped inside, shutting it behind him and locking it behind him before stripping his clothes and tossing them into the hamper (really, he wasn’t anal about laundry, seriously).
He pulled the shower curtain aside and Minho didn’t even look surprised, that bastard, he just moved to open up the space a bit more as Kibum got inside and moved under the hot spray.
“Fuck-!” the smaller rapper hissed as he instantly jumped out from underneath the water, his skin turning a bright red from where the water had hit him. “Why is it so fucking hot?”
“I figured you were going to heat things up anyway,” Minho said conversationally, wearing that God damn smug grin.
Kibum let out a small snarl as he pushed the taller rapper against the wall of the shower, pinning him against the tiles and trying to ignore the heat that was washing down his spine from the insanely hot water. Minho merely chuckled darkly and Kibum smashed their lips together, feeling as though it was his turn to get his point across to the athlete just the kind of business he meant.
It wasn’t just submitting to Minho’s needs - it wasn’t just bringing attention their mutual like for each other. This time it was Kibum getting what he wanted and taking it for himself, and he wasn’t going to stop until he got it.
His hands moved to Minho’s hair, tangling in the wet, dark locks tightly and yanking the taller boy’s head to the side, his mouth attacking the exposed flesh as his hips surged forward, his awakened arousal grinding against Minho’s own hardened shaft. Minho let out a grunt that was underlined by a noise that Key wasn’t sure Minho was capable of making, but it had just fallen on his ears and he committed it to memory as he rocked his hips forward again, this time his thigh pressing up against the other rapper’s cock and applying pressure.
“Fuck, Kibum-”
“Shut it-”
Words were neither rapper’s forte at the moment, completely belying their vocal skills as Kibum’s lips trailed down Minho’s jaw, his neck, to his chest. The marks he left behind would have been angry and reddened but the hot water was overriding anything that Key was doing to Minho’s skin and that was slightly annoying to the smaller rapper. He knew that his hips were bruised, he could feel it, and he wanted to leave some sort of physical reminder on the taller boy’s body, something that he would have to stare at for the next few days, being constantly reminded of what he started.
Key wanted to drive Minho insane with the memory.
And so Kibum dropped gracefully onto his knees, an action that done so fast by anyone else might have upset their balance, but Key was all feline grace as his lips trailed over Minho’s sharp hip bones. His whole body was burning from the inside out and he couldn’t pinpoint just when he had started to want the rapper so badly - his mind idly drifted to watching Dream Team performances; angry Minho, wet Minho, angry wet Minho, smug Minho, smug wet Minho… Shit, how come he had never noticed the Adonis that had been living with him for the past three years?
Good God this shit should have been illegal.
Licking his lips, they finally came into contact with Minho’s arousal and Key felt hands in his hair instantly, tugging him further. His mouth opened and he tried to get as much of Minho’s cock in his mouth as possible, but it was proving to be quite the task. Having never done such an act before Kibum’s first instinct was to gag and balk and push the thing out of his mouth, but no matter how much his body wanted to try and get the foreign, hot object out of his throat his mind and his own dick were screaming for more of it.
All of it.
He let Minho push his head down onto his cock, learning to adjust his breathing through his nostrils and relax his throat to accommodate everything. And even though there were traces of soap and the hot water on the slightly younger male’s dick there was a taste there that was lingering, a taste that was pasting itself to Kibum’s taste buds and latching on, leaving no room for any other taste or even for Key to forget said taste. It was addictive in a way that Key had no control over, it was addictive in the way that he didn’t want to like it as much as he did but obviously his body was far head of his mind.
His knees popped and fatigue was starting to settle deep in his bones quickly but Key couldn’t stop, he wouldn’t stop until he had Minho a writhing, begging mess above him and while he couldn’t keep his eyes open long enough to tell, he could see the other rapper’s head tilted back against the tile of the shower and he could hear the occasional thunk of his skull against the wall but he really didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything other than this hot, thick, heavy flesh that was weighing down his tongue and his tonsils and pushing into places that shouldn’t have something so ferocious within their depths but he was allowing it and loving it and despite the fact that they had committed a dirtier act in the kitchen not thirty minutes ago, Kibum couldn’t quite wrap his mind around the fact that he was on his knees sucking Minho’s cock.
But all too soon, as he felt the athlete’s thighs quake and flex and his knees tremble beneath him, as he felt the throbbing in the veins in that impossibly hard flesh that was occupying not only his mouth but his entire body, he felt Minho tug violently on his hair and draw him upwards, Key’s body not even being able to protest as lips were smashed together. Their heads tilted and teeth clashed and while it was still as needy as it had been in the kitchen, something about this seemed to be a bit more primal. A bit more animalistic.
And fuck yes Key wanted to indulge in this sweet pleasure.
His body rutted forward and his hips canted, his erection sliding against Minho’s, and he still hadn’t caught a glimpse of the taller boy’s expression but he supposed he didn’t really need to see it in order to know exactly what he wanted. And Kibum was going to give Minho what he wanted, only he was going to do it how Kibum wanted it, and he was sure that ride was going to be a bit difficult.
While Minho was stupidly tall, Key wasn’t exactly short, either, and they seemed to be perfectly aligned with each other. It was just the right angle for Kibum’s hand to coax Minho’s leg up and over his hip, changing the angle of how their slick cocks slid together and Minho was still a panting mess even as Kibum fit himself snug up against his body. Either Minho was completely oblivious to what the diva was planning or he wanted it to be like this, Kibum dominating him and taking the lead without much effort, the reins in his hands as he rolled his body in a delicious way that he usually only saved for stage, saved for when he was showing up those stupid girls that thought they were sexy.
Not his fault he had more curves than those anorexic sticks.
Besides, it wasn’t like Minho was complaining at the fact that he had Key’s supple, delicious snake-like body beneath his fingers coiling and twisting and Kibum knew he was driving the other insane. It was evident in how he had been pinned against a counter and fucked raw not thirty minutes ago, how he had lost all of his usual calmness and levelheadedness and just absolutely lost control altogether. Kibum wanted that to happen again, he wanted Minho to lose control and take what he wanted, force Key to give it to him - and while Key was generally inexperienced until now, he wasn’t stupid.
“Minho…” the timbre of his voice was something completely different; compared to the others Key did have a deep voice, it just wasn’t as deep and sexy as Minho’s. Kibum’s voice was deep and confident and most were thrown off by his sparkly eyeliner and pink shirts to think about the fact that hey, Key’s voice is pretty deep, too.
“Ngh…” Minho’s response is distracted and sounds disjointed because their lips are still connected and Key almost sucks the noise right out of his lungs and draws it into his own body, and Key is almost dizzy because Minho’s fingers are gripping at his already bruised hips so hard he’s almost getting a headache from it.
“What do you want, Mino?” Key breathed against Minho’s lips in between nipping and suckling on them, licking up the blood that had come from somewhere in their frenzied kisses.
Minho didn’t answer right away and Kibum was ok with that as he slid his hand between their bodies and gripped his cock, stroking it in a manner that was way too harsh and quick to be pleasurable. And yet Minho was still thrusting into Key’s hand like it was the tightest ass he’d ever fucked and Key had to wonder when they’d breached the line of borderline lust and crossed over into dangerous territory.
All at once Key let go of Minho’s shaft and trailed his hands lower, a finger pushing into the taller boy’s entrance without warning. Minho’s body tensed but he didn’t retaliate, and while Kibum had been bottom at first, he knew that there was the unwavering curiosity of what is it like that almost everyone felt. What was it like to be stretched to the point of snapping, to be filled to the point of overflowing? Minho must have been curious because he merely shifted his leg a bit higher on Kibum’s sharp hip to allow the slightly older boy more access and Kibum felt his vision blur as long fingers curled in the hair at the base of his neck tight enough to make the backs of his eyes sting.
Probably too soon he was shoving three fingers deep inside Minho’s body and God, had he been that tight? How had Minho kept himself from passing out at the mere sensation around his fingers? He felt his arms go numb with the way that his fingers were getting sucked into the tightness and Minho’s head dropped, a tangle of half-wet dark locks that brushed against Kibum’s skin and tickled it slightly but Key wasn’t going to pay attention to that when his senses were being overloaded with the fact that his dick couldn’t possibly fit into that tight of a space.
But Minho had fit into his tight space and so he figured that it would probably work the same way for him in the end. Minho’s body was rocking and it was obvious that he didn’t want to give in to the sensation, that he didn’t want to admit that Kibum’s fingers were shoved into his body so deep that his limbs were trembling and his breath was hitching.
And even sooner than the penetration had been, Key’s fingers removed themselves from the tight heat and he aligned the tip of his own neglected arousal, not surprised to see it swelled angrily and turning a color that probably wasn’t healthy. So he decided to stop the torture that he was putting himself and Minho through (at least, he’d like to hope that Minho was being tortured in the good way) and just snapped his hips forward and really that probably wasn’t the best way to go about taking Minho’s virginity, but…
Damn.
God… damn.
It was cliché and retarded just how easily their bodies fit together, even in this reverse way from earlier. It was definitely stupid, the noise that left Minho’s mouth as his back arched and his other long leg came up to wrap around Key’s waist, pulling the smaller man even deeper within him. How could it even be like this? How could it be that Kibum’s cock was sliding into Minho’s tight heat, that Minho was clawing at his back and trembling, pinned between his body and the wall. Key wasn’t even aware that he was strong enough to hold Minho’s gangly long body up like this for longer than a few seconds but he supposed that he was a lot stronger than he let on.
Lost in his own musings for the briefest of moments, he was brought crashing down to reality when he heard Minho’s voice but couldn’t quite decipher the words - but he heard the word “move” and it was like his body reacted before his mind could register the command. His hips rolled, going on pure instinct alone and his cock was pulled deeper into Minho’s body and soon enough the taller rapper’s body was sliding around on the wall, getting jarred and pushed upwards with each thrust.
From the base of his spine to the lobes of his ears to the tips of his toes Key could feel the pleasure thrumming through his body and it was beginning to be almost too much for him to handle. Minho’s cock was trapped between their bodies, between the planes of their stomachs and Kibum was too busy trying to keep the other from sliding down the wall or off to the side to pay it any attention. Which yeah, Key felt a bit guilty that while he was ramming into Minho’s body that the younger male was probably aching to be touched, but he figured saving them from slipping in the shower and getting concussions was a bit more important than orgasm.
But that was a quickly solved problem as suddenly Minho’s legs were gone from around Kibum’s waist, his vice was lifted off of Key’s cock, and he was pulling a dazed diva out of the shower at a pace that was much too fast for Kibum to register. The next thing he knew, Key’s previously warm, wet ass was plopped onto the cold seat of the porcelain toilet, and Minho was clambering over him, the awkwardness of his long legs and arms not seeming to hinder him as he moved with almost as much grace as Key, sitting on the older boy’s lap and seating himself on Kibum’s dick.
Hissing in through his teeth, Key’s hands went to Minho’s hips and gripped them tightly, the noise of the shower still loud and drowning out his moans of approval and Minho’s grunts, because obviously Minho still wasn’t going to admit that he liked the way he could bounce his body up and down on Kibum’s cock like a little slut.
And Kibum thought that he had given in too easily, in the kitchen.
Minho’s hands were on his shoulders, in his hair, on his chest, his arms, reaching everywhere in a frenzied rush of lust as he worked his thighs to raise his body up and drop it down a bit, Kibum soon getting into the rhythm and working his hips to meet each of the taller boy’s movements. Keeping one hand on Minho’s hip, the other slid over Minho’s erection before gripping it and stroking it at an excruciating pace, one that made the athlete’s head tip back and his eyes squeeze shut and his body tremble, a low and guttural noise leaving his lips that only made Key pump his cock harder and faster into the tight cavity that was enveloping him.
Steam was building up in the bathroom, shrouding the mirror and actually hanging in the air, visible in thick pockets that were expelled whenever one of the two frantic boys exhaled too harshly, their hot breath combating with the hotter air and pushing it aside and cooling it, causing it to almost feel like it was raining as the droplets got heavy and landed on their flesh. Kibum leaned forward and attached his lips to one of Minho’s nipples, nibbling on it and teething it lightly, rolling it around on his tongue. One of Minho’s hands tangled on his hair and the other gripped onto his shoulder tightly, blunt nails digging into his flesh and leaving red marks in their wake.
It was almost at the same time Kibum’s hips started to work in a more haphazard pace that Minho’s rocking fell out of rhythm, and he knew that they were both drawing near. He pressed the pad of his thumb into the tip of Minho’s cock and the taller boy couldn’t hold back the cry that erupted from his throat as his orgasm burst forth in hot, heavy ropes, getting on both of their chests as his entire body spasmed and tightened and seemed to halt. But Kibum’s hips kept moving, drawn into that seized heat, before it became too much - Minho’s tight body, the sight of Minho’s eyes closed and his swollen lips parted, blood trickling form the side of his mouth and down his chin - and soon Key released as well, wrapping his arms tightly around Minho’s middle as he held the boy close as orgasm made his head spin and his vision go white for the second time in an hour.
They stayed like that for a few moments; Key’s cock trapped within Minho’s body and his head pillowed on Minho’s chest, the latter’s fingers running through damp hair idly as they basked in the after glow. Kibum let out a breath and winced as the weight of Minho’s body registered on his thighs, and he groaned and pushed at the athlete’s chest.
“Yah, seriously, you need to do something about your dense bone mass or something because someone as skinny as you shouldn’t weigh this much,” Kibum whined.
Without much protest Minho climbed off of his lap - Key didn’t miss the wince as his softened member slipped from the other’s body - and stood on wobbly legs before without a word turning and stepping back into the shower.
Left sitting on the toilet, Kibum wrinkled up his nose and stood - a little less graceful than he was capable of - working out the kinks in his shoulders and grabbing a towel, drying off his body as well as the cum that was starting to seem down his abdomen and to his thighs.
Ugh, sex was messy and disgusting.
The curtain was pulled back and Minho peered at Key, who glanced up at the same time; when they locked eyes something was different, and Kibum’s heart nearly caught in his throat with the soft smile Minho was sending his way.
“C’mon, we’ll actually clean up this time.”
Kibum allowed a small smile at the offer and stepped in the direction of the shower, but froze in his steps as he heard a terrified shriek fill the dorm.
“WHAT THE HELL IS ON THE CABINETS!?”
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ugh ignore typos or anything because I needed to get this out before I died x_x